All Quiet On The (Croydon) Western Front

Dare I say it, but it's become a little bit lonely here at the "Horganian Entertainment Complex and Gardens" (or whatever we called it when I hosted an Ultimate Poker Tour event). The Patmobile has been cooped up, as opposed to the more preferable "suped" up, as I haven't gone anywhere all day. Even if I did, it would just be to go to Eastland for the third time this week. Amy Burgess served me at JB both times and would probably think I'm stalking her if I was to show up again.

The two biggest features of recent days have been the uni workload and Radio Pat, as they co-exist peacefully. No UN troops required whatsoever. It seems most of my friends have other things to do: uni stuff, work or basketball training. My other good friend, beer, remains unpurchased at a location unfortunately not adjacent to the one I'm seated at. Shame that.

Yep, just a real old-fashioned Friday night, watching the footy on TV with the folks. My somewhat beloved Melbourne was playing, which was enough to keep my interest, and it turned out to be a pretty good tussle, concluding in a 6 point happy ending. Unlike those massage parlour 60 buck "happy endings"! Just kidding, chumps and chumpettes. They charge far more than that. Unless you define Happy as a 6-foot-5 Eastern European "woman".

I'll end this soliloquy here then, I think. Maybe all blogs are soliloquys anyway, but this one's particularly lonesome, as I'm the last one awake in the house.